To Ned (Herman Melville Poems)
Where is the world we roved, Ned Bunn? Hollows thereof lay rich in shadeBy voyagers old inviolate thrown Ere Paul Pry cruised ...
Where is the world we roved, Ned Bunn? Hollows thereof lay rich in shadeBy voyagers old inviolate thrown Ere Paul Pry cruised ...
It is made of finest linen-Sheer as wasp-wings;It is made with a flowing panelDown the front,All overrun with fagot-stitched bow-knotsHolding ...
The blue glasses, found in an elevated railroad car,belong to the victim, Lady Morton.But Nat and the coroner, misled to ...
While morning yet was young, within his hall Of justice Pharaoh sat: his princes, priests, Judges, and ministers, in costly ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
All day long I have been working, Now I am tired I call: "Where are you?" But there is only ...
"I STOOD within the cypress gloom Where old Ferrara's dead are laid, And mused on many a sculptured tomb, ...
ICome to me, shadows, down the hill,Lie softly at my feet.The sun has worked his willAnd the day is done.Come ...
To the great archer--not to him To meet whom flies the sun, And who is wont his features dim With ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
IF once in love, you'll soon invention find And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind; The youngest 'prentice, ...
I serve you not, if you I follow, Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow, And bend my fancy to your leading, ...
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky of this black August. My sister, the sun, broods in ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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